The Pale Meridian

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The Pale Meridian

The dream tasted of copper and old rain. I woke with the scent of wet stone in my mouth, the air thick with the weight of a sky that did not belong to this century. I was not in my bed in York. I was in a room that breathed. The walls were made of living wood, ribs of oak curving upward into a darkness that pulsed with a slow, green heartbeat. I knew where I was. Or rather, I knew who I had...

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